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 Jan 2015 Tee Hee
Kaila Martin
I see it in you
Don't give up on yourself
Bring your heart back from that dusty old shelf

You make me feel new
And I can see right past
The wall you have painted, it's made of glass

I'll help you pull through
I'm in love with your mind
Please let me in, let our thoughts intertwine

What I need to do
Is burn down your disguise
Don't be a part of your own self demise
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Seething with rage, as it consumes my mind.
Choking my thoughts, my physical form left behind.
A knife in my heart, it's emotional wave staining my skin.
These feelings fight me till my thoughts, body and soul have grown dim.
There is no rest from the pain, the agony is too impatient to wait.
These feelings leaving me at the foot of hell's gate.
Yet my thoughts and interactions continue to keep me sane, at least for now.
But, what is this feeling, and why is it that I feels these emotions forcing me to bow.
To a power I cannot see, a god by the name of Misery.
These dreaded murderous feelings, all but a true mystery.
It's not a game of clue, no questions will be answered, no one is to blame.
But you will always fall victim to your own shame.
And the more I think, the more I feel.
The more it continues, the more I lose what is real.
Till these emotions drain my life, the source of who I am.
And these feelings strangle me till I become one of the ******.
At the mid noon hour
above the cell tower
over two frolicking kite
swoops a plane on flight.

It has grazed the sky
spotless and dry
smelling ground cavorts
nigh is airport.

Amid wind's flutter
diurnal moon quarter
eyes droop to a rest
weighed with dreams' harvest.

The plane port bound
is circling on a round
waiting landing call
slowing to a crawl.

Love this time alone
up from dirt and grime
fiddling my cellphone
keying nonsense rhyme.
 Jan 2015 Tee Hee
PrttyBrd
The air grows thick in this place
This cave of indecision
Of labored movement
Of emotionless mazes of living nightmares
Heavy with weight of thoughts
Heavier with each passing moment
Being buried under a car full of skeletons
Never letting bygones be gone
Hanging out the windows
Laughing as they crush
The very breath from your lungs
HHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA
With their pretty painted bones
Dressed up more for a party
Than their own funeral
How can they die while they **** you in slow motion
So they laugh as you suffocate
Unable to gasp for air that isn't tainted in their stench
Stagnant, putrid thoughts
Light the rotting carcass of hope aflame
Burning ash into your eyes
Blinding you against the glimpses of joy
That could possibly set you free
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